Okay. Let's get these fools to figure there shit out.

Onward!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I own resolution.

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Today was the day. I hardly slept last night, because I decided it was time.

I wanted resolution. I wanted it now.

All I had to do now was just…say it.

I could do it.

I knew I could. Something told me he would forgive me easily. And then something told me it wouldn't be so easy.

I didn't know Edward as well as I thought I did. There was some unsolved mystery there. And I knew I'd find out soon enough.

But I was done being indecisive and confused. I needed to figure out my shit to truly begin to enjoy LA. My studio was opening in a month and I was starting new dammit.

So here it goes. I thought about bribing him with cookies, but decided against it.

He would not accept my apology because of culinary skills.

Rose and Emmett were still in their room, and Alice was at 'work'. Although I'm pretty sure lunch time was spent with Jasper. And after work she'd talk to him for hours on the phone.

At least someone was bound to be getting some.

But today I couldn't hold back. Last night he said my name as a promise, I'm sure of it. A promise that no matter what I had done or he had done, he'd accept my apology. So last night I set out to figure out my shit, and I decided it was simple.

I was not going to let Jacob ruin something that could be good. I was not going to let any man from my past fuck my shit up.

I was done living in the past. It was time to move on.

So it was with these decisions fueling me that I found myself knocking on Edward's door at eight in the morning.

He opened the door, and there he stood, in a pair of grey boxers and a white t-shirt. He rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"Bella? Is everything okay?"

He sounded so sweet and worried that I couldn't help but think that all of his 'anger' towards me in the past few weeks had been carefully practiced. Because he didn't seem to be harboring deep seated resentment when caught off guard.

"I've had a revelation." I found myself saying.

He quirked an eyebrow above his sleepy eye.

"And this revelation had to come at eight in the morning?"

I pushed my way in the door without asking. I didn't want him to say no again.

I plopped down on the cushy carpet and gazed at him.

He ran his hands through his hair making it deliciously messy.

"And your revelation?"

"I'm sorry."

I heard him exhale in surprise.

"You're what?"

"I'm sorry Edward. I'm sorry for being such a bitch for no reason. For making fun of you, and criticizing everything you do. And I'm sorry about your dad. God, when you told me-"

The look on his face cut me off abruptly. He looked furious.

"Bella, I didn't fucking tell you about my dad to guilt you into apologizing."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why'd you tell me?"

He faced me, mouth somewhat open. "Bella, I'm not trying to trick you into apologizing. If you don't want to apologize because of your own reasons, then get out."

I stared at him in shock.

"Edward, I have my own reasons."

He looked at me angrily.

"And what prompted you to come up with those reasons? Perhaps you should've realized these things before you found out about my dad. Perhaps before you got in my fucking car the first time! If I hadn't told you about my Dad, would you be apologizing now? I won't have you using excuses Bella."

I was pissed now.

"Do you really think so little of me? That it would take someone's death to make me be nice?"

He scoffed. "Oh, yes. I don't know what would make me think that. It's not like you've been treating me like shit since the first moment you saw me because of something I had no control over!" He said sarcastically.

I blanched. Man. It was true. I couldn't even argue with that.

"Edward, listen. I'm trying to say I'm sorry. Okay? I want to move on from those things. I want to forget my problems, and forget how I treated-"

He glared at me angrily. "Now you want to move on Bella? You know something? I can't just move on, no matter how much I want to."

He was shaking now.

And as I watched him, he whipped off his shirt quickly and threw it.

He looked at me, eyes blazing.

"My father is fucking dead. Bella. He's not coming back. He took me to Africa for most of my fucking high school years!" He laughed harshly and began pacing. "But I went happily because he was like…he was like a goddamn saint or something, wanting to help all of the children, with medicine and school! So my mom and I went. My mom went because she couldn't bear to leave him."

"And you know what pisses me off the most? He should've been bitter at God. He should've been at home, resting. He'd had heart problems all his life, countless surgeries. But he played the hand he'd been dealt so well, just wanting to help everyone else."

My eyes were widened in pity and all I could do was stare.

"We got home from Africa after my eighteenth birthday. And he died two months later. He was such a good man, Bella. So…just, pure good." He was crying now, but I didn't think he realized it.

"And he was so guilty. So guilty, because apparently, most heart problems are hereditary." He was clawing at the scar on his chest angrily. "He left me with this. His legacy to me. A fucked up heart. And I couldn't bear to see the guilt and pain in his eyes when he looked at me. He thought it was his fault." He laughed harshly. "My first open heart surgery when I was twelve. A transplant at fourteen."

And at that moment I realized that all of the anger coming out of him right now was not directed at me. It was directed at the unfairness of his life, at God, even at his father a little bit.

He was like me in so many ways. My anger wasn't at him. It was at everything but him.

He fell to his knees. "That's what makes me the most angry. It's not my heart beating in my chest Bella. When my father died, it wasn't my heart hurting for him."

He looked up at me helplessly. "He knew he was going to die, Bella. I'm almost sure of it. The last few months, he tried harder than ever to be an amazing Dad. But he didn't know that all that just made It harder to let him go in the end."

And his head fell into his hands as his shoulders shook in anguish. I knew in that instant that he had been waiting so long to just let it out, that he had never truly said it or thought it out loud. Especially not to anyone. And it was taking a toll on him. My issues paled in comparison to his, and I forgot about them.

I did the only thing I could do.

I stood up and crossed over to him quickly, sinking down in front of him, and I moved his arms softly, as I crawled into his lap. I held him, his head pressed against my chest as he cried.

I couldn't help but feel the warmth, and the electricity that came from touching him in this sweet, comforting way. His arms snaked around my waist, and he held me tight, like a life preserver.

In that moment my anger and annoyance, bitterness was melting away, as I held this big man in my arms while he cried.

It hit me full force then, when I realized that everyone suffered, and you had to learn to let it go and help everyone in any way you could.

I didn't realize I was crying until I saw a tear fall into the mess of bronze nuzzled against my chest.

So I decided to tell him, honestly, just as he told me.

The words fell easily from my lips.

"My father decided when I was three that he couldn't handle a child. So he ran off with his blonde secretary. Ironic that a year later they had a baby. I see him maybe once a year. He didn't even come to my graduation. I've never met my half sister. She's twenty."

I took a deep breath.

"My mom was a mess after. She still is. I can't tell you how many times I've held her like this after her nightly lover snuck out at six in the morning."

I laughed bitterly.

"And then there was Jake. I dated him for three years. I loved him…I still do. And then he just…He just fucked my best friend. I know, ridiculously cliché isn't it?"

I laughed bitterly, tearfully.

Edward looked up at me.

"You love him?"

"In a way." Then I picked up at the unasked question in Edward's tone.

"But I'm not in love with him. I never was."

He squeezed me tighter.

"We're just a couple of fucked up kids." He said, chuckling.

"Yeah. Yeah we are."

He looked into my eyes.

"But life goes on."

I looked back, smiling softly.

"It will."

"Edward. I'm sorry." And I knew it wasn't enough, but I hoped it would help.

"I am too Bella. And I know."

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I've been planning this damn chapter forever.

Yay! Can anyone join me in a happy dance???

They're friends now!

And she hugged him! Woo!!!

Reviewwww children!!!!!!!